Corinna came into town and left me with gifts: a conversation stretched across three days that covered the ten years we didn't see each other, laughter, news of old friends I'd lost touch with, thoughts on writing, and home-made pesto and buttered mushrooms in the fridge, and a link to a story she wrote that made my day.
When everything is polluted beyond redemption, memory-evoking scents in sachets will be the new addiction.
When everything is polluted beyond redemption, memory-evoking scents in sachets will be the new addiction.
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But those were the days before I had a digital camera -- darn!
I moved the photo you're commenting on to the previous post. Too bad there's now way to move your comment with it! Or maybe there is one, but I just don't know how to do it!
Thanks for dropping by!